blondiiv6

Time (a poem)

the clock ticks so slow
yet we urge it to go faster
time goes no faster
than the sand falls from the bulb
we cannot race it
nor restrain it
Time continues to take its toll
on broken hearts and shattered lives
on the living and dead
bringing life
calling the living
laying them down for the last time
yet we try to stop it
it is a force we always feel
and cannot control
it is that wild dog
the mangy drooling disgusting and revolting creature
you cannot contain in a pen
it will not stop
it will always go
at the same pace
allowing the sun to rise
and the bright morning star to set
it is what makes us feel
the world turn

Comments

i like poetry but everyone else is a fucking asshole about poetry, why do you think there is no other poetry on here

[URL="http://www.adisc.org/forum/blogs/dynavwryn/1967-responce-my-last-blog.html"]one of my blogs[/URL] look at the fucking responses i got... well the people who did respond are 2 of the biggest C***s on adisc